Fingertip aura; her light shines through me
And although these words have again been said
Repetition a smile, feeling free
I dream about her awake in my bed

Away; every bright twinkle in her eye
Hollows out my skeleton to shy dust
Ember a tidal wave; red and blue sky
Colors swirl and fall to corroded rust

And my hands to her’s, senses allude us
Would it matter if blindness came to stay?
We see without seeing; feel that all was
Time sheds its false fake mask: Night becomes day

So into this, we turn inside and two
One being a mix; to become all you.